"Of all the Sages in this world, who can escape destiny's mockery?"
"You regard yourself as the wind, Revered Master, and all the Sages beneath heaven as winds that can influence all living beings..."
Su Mo gently raised his hand, holding it out before him.
Rain struck Su Mo's palm, splashing up ripples throughout the temple.
"But have you ever considered, Revered Master, that those Sages who wish to ascend to the Immortal Domain are likewise being manipulated by the 'wind'?"
"A fleeting life is like rain, and the world is like a sea of bitterness."
"Even a Sage is merely a drop of rain within the sea of bitterness..."
Revered Master Withered Leaf wavered in a daze, gazing at the falling raindrops before his eyes as confusion crept into his expression.
Everyone in the Buddhist hall stared blankly at Su Mo and Revered Master Withered Leaf as they debated the Dao.
Watching Su Mo's and Withered Leaf's backs, Yanzhi slowly smiled, then turned toward the Book Sage and found the same confusion on his face.
Su Mo and Withered Leaf's debate had not only stumped Withered Leaf; it had also reminded the listening Book Sage of something.
"Amitabha. This humble monk sees rain as rain, yet Your Majesty sees rain as something other than rain." Revered Master Withered Leaf sighed softly.
"Contemplation must be genuine contemplation, seeing must be genuine seeing, practice must be genuine practice, and realization must be genuine realization. If even the slightest thread is unreal, one falls into emptiness."
"To all living beings, the Sages are the wind."
Withered Leaf's meaning was perfectly clear: to ordinary people, the Sages were the wind.
He did not quite agree with Su Mo's assertion that destiny was the wind...
Contemplation must be genuine contemplation, seeing must be genuine